No matter what has gone before, when morning wakes and appears, my heart sighs in thanksgiving. No matter what is troubling my spirit, or how weary I am from the night, when I greet the morning and give thanks, my hearts dances. No what what hurts, or what difficulties are ahead, in the morning I breathe and attend the song of the Beloved in the trees soughing, the birds calling, and the squirrels scampering to break their fast. Beloved, to wake and rest in your song restores my soul, no matter what has gone before. Blessed be!
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